so weighted - so held down
a pain to deep to discuss aloud
the dust had hardly settled
ash and paper and bone
carried aloft -
the late summer breeze - like so many letters home
the guilt so heavy - its depth uncharted
ashamed to speak of what actually happened
but we'd relive the days
the sound and sail and sun
these letters from the skipper
sent with the hope - of one final run
I STOOD AT THE BOW
AND WATCHED MY CITY RECEDE
IN THAT MOMENT THE WHEEL WAS PASSED
BUT IN HIS TIME OF NEED
I LEFT HIM IN THE HOLE
OF SORROW
TO FEND ALONE
i was never contented at the stern
watching the wake dissolve
i will pilot until my dying day
STANDING AT THE BOW
WATCHING MY CITY RECEDE
JUST A MOMENT - AND MY CHANCE HAD PASSED
IN HIS TIME OF DEEPEST NEED
LEFT DOWN IN A HOLE
HIS GREATEST SORROW
TIME HE'D SPEND ALONE
CAPTAIN
-MY CAPTAIN, O
CAPTAIN
-MY CAPTAIN, O

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